«Do not you understand?» she chuckled. «The princess is dressed, she is not available to an ordinary person, one look at her, and your heart is already broken, and I want to make sure that no one else suffers because of her beauty, I want to take her with me to the world of death.»
«Never,» Richard answered with a selfless gleam in his eyes, nothing frightened him.
«Well, well,» the insidious voice sounded in the silence, «be it your way, dark knight, if I dont take her with me, then someone else will come in handy.»
For a minute she stood, grinning so smugly and viciously that the laughter was breathtaking, and then something bright and dazzling flashed in her hand, and she threw a pinch of gold dust in Richards face, which immediately flew in different directions and gilded the stuffy air of the throne room.
Immediately a long hand reached out to the princess, but Odette dodged and ran away across the marble floor of the hall, but in front of her, as if out of the ground, a red-haired witch rose again, as if she knew how to move in space easily and imperceptibly, like a ghost.
Odette did not know what to do or where to run, the ghost of the witch would find her everywhere. The witch looked around Odettes white dress, with the same envy and mockery she noted her wondrous beauty.
«Beautiful as a princess, sweet as a swan,» she hissed right in Odettes face, «you will be a princess a swan, and it will be your eternal damnation.»
She threw lightning with her eyes, and a huge window swung open, a storm shone behind it, so dark and hopeless, violent and rebellious, like the heart of a black swan, and a white swan flew through the window with a lightning strike. It was beautiful and snow-white, like a snowy winter, it was charming and gentle.
Odette had never seen such a beautiful bird, but a trickle of blood shone on the swans right wing, it was wounded. Who could injure such a beautiful bird, some soulless person or the king of the dark land himself, Rothbert. Odette had a glimpse of him, that he turns the girls he liked into swans and settles them on the lakes in his country near his gloomy castle.
Odette did not know if it was true or just a legend, but she felt that there was something special about this swan, its eyes were almost human eyes of a young beauty, they were the eyes of a young girl, not a white swan.
«Look,» the witch whispered, «look and enjoy the spectacle, this is your future fate.»
Odette glanced at the snow-white swan, it circled almost exhausted under the ceiling of the throne room. After all, it was injured and, for sure, in pain, and so it fell. A few minutes later, the entire body of the swan was engulfed in a bright golden glow, similar to the pollen in a witchs hand.
The princess recoiled, but she could not help but see how the swans body began to grow, turning into a human silhouette, it grew with incredible speed, and in front of Odette on the floor was no longer a dead swan, but a beautiful young girl in a light dress. Her blond hair scattered over the cold marble, her eyes were tightly closed, as if in an eternal dream, her lips in the moment of their death tried to whisper, probably, the name of the one whom she loved during her life, this was another victim of witchcraft.
The witch laughed, and her laughter echoed through the hall, she showed Odette her future destiny, and the princess stood in disbelief in herself and her eyes.
Suddenly, steps were heard outside the door, rapid and loud, and the witch touched Odettes eyes with her hand, plunging the princess into a witchs sleep.
«Sleep, dear Odette,» she whispered ominously, «your prince does not know and will not be able to save you.
Etienne was not at all happy about the forced journey, but nevertheless he submitted to fate and, reluctantly, to amuse the convoy sent to him by the queen, went to the palace.
He stood for a long time under the gates of the palace before deciding to jump off his horse. Suddenly a strange voice said:
«Prince Etienne, Prince Etienne!»
Who could call him by name where he first appeared. In none of the taverns, no one except Fritz knew his name.
It seemed to him that in the distance, behind the trees, a wave of someones hair, red as fire, flashed. Hallucination or not. He approached the blue lake, not knowing why, perhaps, in order to recover at least a little before his own wedding, it is good that his mother, the queen, did not see the young prince in such a state.
He looked into the water, it was transparent and clean, and water lilies with lilies quietly slept in it. Who had the idea of having a wedding and coronation at midnight?
Strange, no one was guarding the palace tonight, no one was on duty, and not a single guard was to be seen.
Etienne entered the folding doors and found himself in a dark, huge room, where, as well as outside, there was no one. The heavy door slammed shut behind him, as if leaving him a prisoner of the palace. Suddenly all the candles around flared up, Etienne stood illuminated by their glow and could not understand what was happening. A minute ago, complete darkness reigned in the hall, and now a bright light flooded the walls and furniture around it, but it was some kind of strange light, it seemed bright, and at the same time, the whole hall remained in some strange and even creepy for human eyes in the semi-darkness.
Etienne stood in one place and did not dare to step forward, some incomprehensible fear kept him on the threshold, as if some magic circle was inscribed here, protecting him from witchcraft and death..
Even from his place, Etienne could see all the wonderful decoration of the room, even more beautiful than that in his palace. Each piece was selected with such taste and combined with the entire environment around it, giving the hall a mysterious mystical shine.
It was the most beautiful and mysterious place that Etienne had ever seen during his short and, as his friends would say, dissolute life, but full of duels and fights. Everything here was so beautiful in the gloomy semi-darkness, even candles burning with a bright, hot flame could not dispel it, and there were many of them here, in exquisite candelabra with figures of fairies and goddesses, in golden candlesticks and even on the walls.
Suddenly, an invisible hand took a goblet of wine from a small table, it flew up right in front of Etiennes eyes and toppled down in the air so that all the wine in a thin stream, slowly, like blood, flowed onto the floor.
The same invisible hand raised a sword in the air, which it easily tore from the wall, and directed it straight into the heart of the young prince, but Etienne managed to draw his sword from its sheath and repel the first deadly blow. One blow fell on him after another. But Etienne seized the moment and thrust his sword into the body of the enemy. He did not know where his blade had hit, but at the same moment blood flowed from the void, the bright crimson blood of the magic knight who fought with Etienne, God knows why.
A strong hand clung to Etiennes shoulder, blood flowed down it, and the features of a man began to appear in the darkness. Finally, before Etienne stood a knight in dark armor.
«Odette will never love you, only I am her real fiancé,» he hissed through his teeth..
Then his hand began to weaken, and finally released Etiennes shoulder from its steel grip, and the knight himself began to slowly dissolve into the darkness.
For some reason, Etienne was in pain. It seemed to him that he fell in love with his own bride, which was in fact the love of a completely different person, or even not a person, but the devil.
For some reason, Etienne was in pain. It seemed to him that he fell in love with his own bride, which was in fact the love of a completely different person, or even not a person, but the devil.
A sharp gust of wind, and another door opened in front of Etienne. He entered the open doors and froze in place. In front of the throne, on the marble floor, lay a young girl of amazing beauty.
She was wearing a white ball gown, blonde hair scattered on the floor, and a crown shone on her head the symbol of the queen of this country, but her face was pale as chalk, was she really dead. Etienne had no doubt it was Odette, but she fell asleep forever. The prince touched her lips with a light, short kiss. He fell in love with a sleeping beauty, a white swan wearing a royal crown.
Her heart did not beat, she slept in a witchs dream, and it was not in his power to awaken her to life. Suddenly, he accidentally knocked over a goblet with a scarlet, blood-like wine standing next to it, and as soon as it spread on the floor, the beauty opened her eyes.
«Odette,» he whispered, grabbing her cold hand, «arent you Odette?»
«Yes,» she answered barely audibly, «who are you?»
«I am the one who crossed the entire witchcraft world to find you,» Etienne replied, squeezing her hand, but Odette involuntarily recoiled.
«Go away,» she said, «save your life, the witch will return soon.»
«No way in the world, I will not leave you,» said the prince, but Odette involuntarily remembered the fierce eyes of the red witch.
«Promise,» she said, «if we have to part now, you will not believe the day when they tell you that I love another.»
«On such a day, my heart will be broken, because I love you,» he admitted honestly, «tell me that you love me too, tell Odette,» he begged. Suddenly, the wine that spread across the floor took on not a scarlet, but a crimson hue, and the smoke went from it. Immediately the light in the hall faded, the wind burst into the hall, and the figure of a red-haired witch appeared in the clouds of smoke.
«You want to stay together, but you are doomed to be forever apart,» she said mockingly. «If you resist my curse, then death awaits both of you.»
Etienne grabbed Odette by the hand and rushed away with her, they ran to the stairs, and then for a moment Etienne stopped.
«You heard?» Odette asked, «we cannot stay together.»
«Its all nonsense,» he replied, trying not to show his fear, «I will never part with you.»
|If you stay here, they will kill you, not ghosts, but my knights, everyone is against you and me, but if we meet in a few years, then we can find our happiness.»
«For several years,» he blurted out, «I cannot stand such a period.»
«You have to,» she said. «I will never forget about you.»
«Me too,» Etienne vowed, «I will love you forever.»
Lightning flashed outside the palace windows, and its flash severed their hands. Etiennes arm had a deep wound from the fiery touch, but he held back a cry of pain. The red-haired witch stood before him again.
«Where is Odette?» Etienne whispered, but she only laughed deafeningly in response.
«Where is Odette?» he repeated, but more clearly and demanding.
«You will never see Odette again,» the witch cried viciously and triumphantly.
«Although,» the witch hissed and thought for a few minutes,
«maybe someday you will see her, but she will already love another, more worthy in our kingdom of evil than you, but it would be foolish to let you out of here just like that.»
Something rushed at him right out of the dark and knocked him to the floor
Sharp claws began to rip at his clothing, blood gushing from his arms and shoulders.
Etienne managed to break free and light the fire. The fire for a moment blinded the monster that attacked him, and Etienne quickly ran out of the palace.
Fritz ran up to Etienne.
«God, whats wrong with you?» he exclaimed.
«Oh, you probably got into a fight with the royal guards,» his friend finally realized, «but, well, Im not surprised, you never wanted to marry.»
«I came to save you,» Fritz said proudly, «I tried to tell Her Majesty that this marriage»
«I dont care anymore,» Etienne interrupted him, «I will marry Odette.»
Fritz could not recover from surprise.
«What are you saying?» burst out from him.
«I love Odette,» Etienne repeated, «as soon as I reach the age of majority according to the laws of our country, I myself will ask for her hand in anyone, even the devil himself.»
If at first Fritz was surprised, now he considered his prince to be simply insane.
«Etienne, what happened in the palace,» he could only utter.
Etienne paid no attention to him. He knew what he would do: for these few years he would learn to fence like a real knight, fight in wars, travel. He will become such that Odette can love him and be proud of him as his fiancé.
«I promise you, Fritz, I will be worthy of her,» Etienne promised from the bottom of his heart, «I will give my life, if only she could love me, I swear to you.»
He threw one last long look at the palace, almost not paying attention to the surprised Fritz, who could not believe what the prince spoke so ardently and passionately.
Years will pass, they will both grow up, but Etienne will find his love again, it will be eternal, but he did not know only one thing that witchcraft would not sleep either, but would make his life unbearable until love breaks the evil spell.
Black Swan
On a hill, under an eternally stormy sky, rose a gloomy old castle, the human world was nothing in front of him, the whole land of people, their prayers, their dreams, their desires faded here, in front of his high bulk, he was the only ruler of the whole world and the most beautiful thing on earth.
How powerful were its walls, every stone here personified evil, every inch of the earth under its vaults was given to darkness and witchcraft, every moment spent here became the death of any person who found himself in this land of dark forces.
The lord of the castle was called the devil, but no one knew that it also slept in the heart of the demon living human love, which was the secret of his black heart. No one knew that the princess of the cursed castle, the daughter of the evil King Rothbert, had a living and loving heart.
A thunderstorm that night hung over the castle, and it was terrible, the rain poured incessantly, and the thunder echoed, and the sparkling lightning now and then illuminated the gloomy and majestic castle. On this stormy night, a prince from another kingdom hurried to the castle to meet his death, for him everything had already lost its meaning, because he was in love with the princess of shadows, his black, but beautiful swan. He was not frightened by the thunderstorm or thunder over his head, he boldly rode forward to the accursed castle and did not want to turn back.
If his brother Prince Etienne preferred to spend time in taverns, then Christian became the best knight in the kingdom and the most handsome cavalier among all the men of the country. His long black hair, wet from the rain, fell on his face, his clear blue eyes were gazing into the distance, and his handsome face seemed the most beautiful in the world, all the ladies adored him, but, unfortunately, he loved only one the kings daughter in bewitched countries. Love and courage were the strongest in the world, and he understood this, now he was driving to her, still not knowing what lay ahead, but he was not tormented by fear of the future, he firmly decided: either to achieve Odiles love, or to die.